Call It What You Want

Chapter 3

(Harry's Pov)

Someone is shaking me, causing me to swat their hand away. "I don't want to go to school mum." I mumbled, snuggling into the blanket.

"Harry wake up. You have to be dressed for brunch with the President of Ireland in two hours." Tom says, shaking my shoulder again.

"Fine." I say sitting up and looking around. We were still outside. "Shit we slept out here?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes as Tom stood up, straightening out his suit. I swear he owns like forty suits, all of them perfectly tailored to his body. He looks fit.

"Guess no muffins this morning." I sigh, standing up and picking up the blanket as we begin to walk back inside.

We make it down the hallway and almost to my room when I run into my mom. "Harry! There you are! Where were you?" She asks, glancing at Tom.

"Went for a walk." I shrug, walking into my room, her following behind me. Tom stays outside, closing the door.

"Well, come on, you need to get dressed. Mr. Horan is bringing his son, he's your age. You could be friends so we want you looking presentable." She says, walking into my closet and looking through my suits. Every time someone is under the age of thirty I'm immediately expected to become best friends with them.

"Mum, what all do you know about Tom?" I question.

"Why is he acting strange?"

"No, I just keep asking questions about him and he won't answer any of them." I mumbled.

"Harry, that's his job sweetie. He's not here to be your friend." She sighs, laying out my pink suit with the embroidered flowers.

"Well what do you know about him?"

"I hired him from the most prestigious agency for bodyguards and agents in the world. He was one of the highest ranked in his division. His number is agent 28- I don't know what else you want to know." She shrugs.

"Where's he from? What's his full name?" I ask.

"I don't know Harry. The way I see it if he wants to tell you he'll tell you, now please get dressed. They will be arriving in an hour and your expected to give his son a tour before we eat." She says, kissing my cheek before leaving.

Agent 28.

I can work with this information.

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I stand beside my parents, Tom beside the other guards as the President of Ireland and his family enters. The kid was mostly blonde but his roots were brown, he wore a gray blazer jacket and gray pants with a red tie. He looks like he enjoys playing golf- I don't know why but he just gives me the vibe.

The adults shake hands and say nice words to each other before talking about us kids to one another as though we're trophies or their prize possessions. So now they care about me.

"Yep, my boy Harry here graduated top of his class." My dad smiles, patting me on the back. I only graduated top of my class because he made me take after school lessons and Saturday school even though I already got A's and B's.

"Why don't you show him around." My mum suggests to me as if she hadn't gone over this plan ten times already. I nod, looking over at the boy who shrugged and followed me.

I look behind me to see Tom trailing behind us.
"So your Harry right?" He asked, thick Irish accent.

"Yeah, and you?"

"Niall. So what's it like living here?" He says looking around.

"Pretty boring. Nothing much to do really." I shrug.